Crimson_Nails
The Fly
So here it is, written by myself and annj, so please give here credit.
Disclaimer: bullshite, don't own them, never met them, never been to a show..... but enough about my woes, on with the fic....
“This stargazing kit Adam gave me is brilliant! Look there’s Mars and that tiny blue dot is Planet Pleba! Bono? Bono! Are you listening to a word I’m saying?”
“What? Did you say Pleba?” Bono jumped up suddenly, ready to expose some of his infamous chest hair, and caught his foot round the leg of his chair. He stumbled forwards and half fell over the balcony railing, losing his sunglasses in the process. Edge grabbed a handful of Bono’s t-shirt and hauled him back over, causing them both to land in a heap.
“Right, that’s it, stargazing is not for me.”
“That proves what I was saying earlier; you start a hobby, buy all the gear and then give it up after your first attempt.”
Bono scowled and tried to walk dignifiedly to the door without rubbing his bum. Edge, chuckling, turned back to his telescope.
Inside, Bono chucked his ‘Beginners Stargazing’ book on to a dusty pile consisting of ‘Beginners Chess’, ‘Beginners Knitting’ and ‘Beginners Bass Playing’. He flung himself down on to the sofa, between Larry and Adam who were staring intently at the TV screen.
“Do you not know the meaning of personal space?”
“Calm down Lar, you’ve been very moody lately,” said Adam from his corner. “I know the symptoms, you’re suffering from Pleba withdrawals.”
Larry turned away, his ears going pink. Before Bono could make a remark the room flashed golden and the various words and pictures from ZOO TV flickered up on to the screen.
Only this was not enjoyable like U2’s Zoo TV. There was an insidious nature behind it, and before Larry Adam and Bono realised what was going on they were hypnotised into a zombie like state
Edge, unaware of what was happening adjusted his telescope so it focused on a star he hadn’t seem before and reeled backwards as a flash of golden light blinded him.
He spun round and a gold platformed shoe made contact with his head. Edge fell unconscious to the ground. But not before hearing this sinister laughter from somewhere in the background...
Disclaimer: bullshite, don't own them, never met them, never been to a show..... but enough about my woes, on with the fic....
“This stargazing kit Adam gave me is brilliant! Look there’s Mars and that tiny blue dot is Planet Pleba! Bono? Bono! Are you listening to a word I’m saying?”
“What? Did you say Pleba?” Bono jumped up suddenly, ready to expose some of his infamous chest hair, and caught his foot round the leg of his chair. He stumbled forwards and half fell over the balcony railing, losing his sunglasses in the process. Edge grabbed a handful of Bono’s t-shirt and hauled him back over, causing them both to land in a heap.
“Right, that’s it, stargazing is not for me.”
“That proves what I was saying earlier; you start a hobby, buy all the gear and then give it up after your first attempt.”
Bono scowled and tried to walk dignifiedly to the door without rubbing his bum. Edge, chuckling, turned back to his telescope.
Inside, Bono chucked his ‘Beginners Stargazing’ book on to a dusty pile consisting of ‘Beginners Chess’, ‘Beginners Knitting’ and ‘Beginners Bass Playing’. He flung himself down on to the sofa, between Larry and Adam who were staring intently at the TV screen.
“Do you not know the meaning of personal space?”
“Calm down Lar, you’ve been very moody lately,” said Adam from his corner. “I know the symptoms, you’re suffering from Pleba withdrawals.”
Larry turned away, his ears going pink. Before Bono could make a remark the room flashed golden and the various words and pictures from ZOO TV flickered up on to the screen.
Only this was not enjoyable like U2’s Zoo TV. There was an insidious nature behind it, and before Larry Adam and Bono realised what was going on they were hypnotised into a zombie like state
Edge, unaware of what was happening adjusted his telescope so it focused on a star he hadn’t seem before and reeled backwards as a flash of golden light blinded him.
He spun round and a gold platformed shoe made contact with his head. Edge fell unconscious to the ground. But not before hearing this sinister laughter from somewhere in the background...